expressing my jelly

Jun 17, 2008 16:09

So I got the call. By July 1st, with any luck, 18th and E. Burnside will be my new home. 1844 is, I believe, the address.

I'm so hungover right now I can't really express my joy (and, for some reason, I just typed "express my jelly"). Last night Rachel and I opted for the cheaper choice of drinking at home rather than out in bars. This led to pouring too stiff and too many, and lordy I haven't been that drunk in some time.

And so but: I've got a home. Soon.

I'll have to give Andy the bad news tonight at Writing Group.

1844, home, inane

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